


let flowers grow where you lay

by Gilded_Moon



Category: The Witchlands Series - Susan Dennard
Genre: Aeduan is a sweetheart, Aftermath of Torture, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Bittersweet Ending, Emotional Hurt, First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Leopold is not a bad person, Lots of it, Love Confessions, Multi, Pain, Torture, again nothing graphic, anyway, be aware that it does/will happen, casual Corlant hate, casual Ragnor hate, comfort cuddles, everyone suffers, going to tag all the angst tags first, he gives Iseult all the love she deserves, nothing graphic, now you can have the happy tags, on second thought that should be under the angst tags, the author is sorry
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2021-02-22
Updated: 2021-03-12
Packaged: 2021-03-12 18:54:51
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 3
Words: 4,535
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29639109
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Gilded_Moon/pseuds/Gilded_Moon
Summary: What if Ragnor had caught Iseult and Aeduan at the Aether Well before they could escape? What would he do to them?Threats are made, loyalties are tested, confessions are forced, sides are chosen, and tears (from the reader and the author) may be shed.
Relationships: Aeduan & Natan fon Lied, Aeduan & Ragnor det Amalej, Aeduan/Iseult det Midenzi, Iseult det Midenzi & Corlant det Midenzi
Comments: 4
Kudos: 6





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> I've been wondering about this for a while, so here's the fic. The tags make it seem worse than it is, but still. Be aware. Am I sorry for this? A little. -Moon
> 
> Content warnings: Canon typical violence, Ragnor being an entire lemon orchard

“Surrender now, son,” Ragnor called. “You aren’t going to escape us.”

Aeduan tightened his grip on Iseult’s hand and looked around the clearing they stood in. They were surrounded by raiders though most were frozen due to Aeduan’s hold on the battlefield. A hold that slipping and fast.

A hold that was about to fall apart.

“We can try,” Aeduan answered.

Ragnor sighed and drew his sword. “I don’t want to hurt you my son. Stop whatever you’re doing and give me the girl. No harm will come to you if you surrender.”

“He speaks the truth Aeduan,” Iseult whispered in his ear. “His threads are sincere. He won’t harm you.”

“But he will harm you. I will not allow that to happen,” said Aeduan firmly as he pushed Iseult behind his back.

She had been through enough hurt because of him. Aeduan refused to let Iseult suffer anymore.

“Aeduan,” Ragnor warned. “This is your last chance.”

Aeduan raised his free hand and took up a fighting stance. He felt Iseult do the same behind him.

Ragnor closed his eyes then sunk into his own stance. “I’m sorry it has come to this.”

“I’m not,” sneered a new voice.

Natan fon Lied.

Aeduan felt Iseult tremble slightly as she noticed Natan’s arrival. He wondered why that was. But she had been running from the monastery. A place that Natan was in charge of.

Natan, a truly despicable man who hated Nomatsis. Who hated the idea of the Cahr Awen.

Who hated everything that Iseult was.

The realization made Aeduan’s stomach turn, and he felt his hold on the battlefield slip even further.

_If he even touched a hair on her head, I will end him._

“You will not escape me again, ‘Matsi shit,” Natan growled at Iseult. “Now, let’s see how long you last.”

Natan charged and Aeduan reached out to grab his bloodscent but could not find it.

“Salamander fiber. Even the worst of monsters have good tricks,” huffed Natan as he swung for Aeduan’s head.

Aeduan dodged the strike but was forced to drop Iseult’s hand. Having separated the two, Natan turned his blade on Iseult.

“NO! Don’t kill her yet,” Ragnor roared. “I still need her!”

Natan turned to face Ragnor with no small amount of annoyance. Aeduan took advantage of Natan’s distraction and tackled him to the ground and tried to wrestle the sword out of Natan’s hand. This was difficult. Natan was fresh while Aeduan was exhausted from the curse, technically dying, and trying to hold on to an entire battlefield with his witchery.

The two men rolled across the ground. Aeduan brought his feet under Natan’s stomach and kicked, sending him flying. Aeduan jumped back to his feet and grabbed the sword that Natan had dropped. Aeduan was about to run Natan through when he heard a shout that made his blood run cold.

“Get-get off me! L-let me go! Aeduan!”

Iseult.

_No no no. Not her. Please not her._

Aeduan whipped around to see what he had been dreading ever since Ragnor had told him about the plan to eliminate the Cahr Awen in the tent.

Ragnor was pinning Iseult’s arms to her back with one hand., holding her firmly despite her desperate attempts to escape his grip. His free hand was holding a knife to her throat.

Aeduan’s hold on the battlefield collapsed. The frozen raiders rushed forward, weapons drawn. Natan’s monks crashed through the forest to join their leader.

All of this escaped Aeduan’s notice. All he could see was his father holding a blade to Iseult’s throat. All he could hear was Iseult’s grunts as she tried to escape Ragnor’s grip.

“Drop the sword Aeduan or she dies,” ordered Ragnor.

Aeduan dropped the sword at once.

“Come here.”

Aeduan took several steps, never moving his gaze from Iseult’s.

When Aeduan was ten paces away from Iseult and his father, Ragnor told him to stop.

He stopped.

“I want you to explain something to me son,” said Ragnor in his most dangerous voice. “Why did you betray me for this… girl? What made you change your loyalties to me so quickly? The son I knew would never do such a thing.”

Aeduan ignored his father’s question. He knew exactly why he had chosen the path he did. But Aeduan was determined to explain himself to Iseult before anyone else. She deserved it.

“Let her go,” Aeduan said in response. “Iseult has done nothing to you, and you have no idea how much you have to thank her for.”

A plan was coming together in Aeduan’s head. If he told his father that Iseult saved his life, he might be able to convince him to let her go. Then the two of them might be able to escape.

Ragnor raised his eyebrows and the knife. “I highly doubt that. Now explain, or I slit her throat.”

Aeduan jerked forward but stopped as Ragnor lightly pressed the blade against Iseult’s neck. It didn’t break skin but anymore pressure would.

“Iseult saved my life,” Aeduan blurted. “I died, and she brought me back.”

Ragnor’s eyes widened and he moved the knife off of Iseult’s neck. “How? You are a Bloodwitch. The only way you can die is natural causes or a beheading.”

“Or from injuries he sustained after Corlant’s curse succeeded in taking away his witchery,” Iseult said.

“Do not speak unless you are told or you will find yourself bleeding out on the ground,” Ragnor said with a wave of his knife. “What does she mean Aeduan?”

“Don’t speak to her like that,” Aeduan snapped.

Ragnor shrugged and gestured for Aeduan to explain.

“I was shot by cursed arrows as I explored the aftermath of one of the Carawen’s attacks on a Nomatsi tribe. The curse in the arrows made me deathly sick until they completed their work of removing my witchery. That happened in the tent at your camp. When I stole the horse, I rode to the monastery.”

Ragnor swore. “Corlant damn him. He will be reprimanded for that. Why did you go to the monastery? Surely you knew they would try to kill you.”

Aeduan took a deep breath and looked directly in Iseult’s beautiful eyes as he continued to speak. He wanted, no _needed_ her to hear this. “I realized I had made a mistake. I sent Iseult to the monastery. Neither of us knew the truth about the monks, and I discovered it too late. I sent her there with the belief she would be protected, that she would be _safe_. I had no idea how mistaken I was. I went to the monastery to try to save her from near certain death. I got to the battlefield and saw her. As I tried to reach her, the monks shot me down with arrows and seafire. I died.”

Iseult gasped at his words. She clearly had no idea that Aeduan had died trying to save her. He would fix that when they got out of this. Iseult deserved to know how much she meant to him.

“You died,” Ragnor whispered. “Died and I had no idea. How did this girl save you?”

Aeduan didn’t move his gaze from Iseult as he continued to speak. “Iseult brought me to the Aether Well. She broke its surface and… and ignited the Well. It healed me. I pulled her out of the Well. That’s how you found us.”

Ragnor was silent as he seemed to process what Aeduan said. “How did you, a single witch, break the ice in that Well when takes dozens to carve through ordinarily?”

Iseult shifted in Ragnor’s grip as she tried to answer. “I… I t-took the Well’s p-power and ma-made it obey me,” she said softly.

“A Weaverwitch,” Ragnor breathed. “Esme told me nothing of your existence. Well, this certainly changes things.”

Before Aeduan could say a word, Ragnor slammed the pommel of his knife against Iseult’s temple. Aeduan let out a cry as she crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

“Bind her,” Ragnor ordered one of his soldiers. “Take her to my tent. I am not done with this girl.”

Aeduan tried to run to Iseult only to be stopped by his father.

“If you try to escape, free, or otherwise interact with that girl unless allowed to, she will die faster than you could freeze anyone’s bloodscent. I would remember that well, weak as you are right now.”

Aeduan growled at his father. “You will regret ever touching Iseult.”

Ragnor shrugged and gestured for his son to follow him back to the raider camp. “Perhaps. But I doubt I will regret that more than you will regret this girl’s death as a direct result of your actions.”

“What about us?” Natan called.

Aeduan had forgotten the monks were even there. He was too worried about Iseult.

Ragnor thought for a moment before saying, “I would like for you to return to my camp for negotiations. Now that I have the Cahr Awen, there is no need for us to fight each other.”

Natan gave an evil smile and nodded. The three of them followed Ragnor’s soldiers back to the raider camp.

Aeduan tried to think of a plan to escape with Iseult, but he couldn’t think of anything that wouldn’t end in Iseult’s immediate death.

His father had him trapped.

_I will get Iseult out of here. She will survive this. I won’t fail her._

_Not this time._


	2. Chapter 2

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Ragnor and Iseult have a talk.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Content warnings: None

_By the Moon Mother my head hurts._  
  


The pain in her head was the first thing to register in Iseult’s mind as she awoke. The second thing was the ropes tied tightly around her wrists and ankles. She was lying on the cold ground, and she could feel fabric at her back, a tent she assumed.  
  


That confused Iseult. She had been with Aeduan at the Well and nowhere near a tent. She had saved him, and he had saved her. Iseult had been about to kiss him when-

Panic rushed through Iseult as her memories solidified in her mind. The man who looked like Aeduan arriving with an army. The same man ordering Aeduan to hand her over. Evrane arriving with monks demanding the same thing. Aeduan, grabbing hold of the battlefield and running with her. The raiders catching up as his hold began slipping. Iseult took a sharp intake of breath as she remembered getting captured by the raider leader, Aeduan’s father, and how her Bloodwitch had followed every command he was given out of fear for her.  
  


_He never wanted to abandon me. He never meant for me to be harmed. Oh Aeduan, I'm sorry I ever doubted you._

A gruff voice, that of Aeduan’s father, interrupted Iseult’s thoughts by saying, “Ah good. You are awake. I was hoping you would come around soon. After all, I am rather impatient to have this conversation, I must admit.”

  
Iseult moved her aching head up to meet the man’s gaze. She was taken aback by how much the man looked like Aeduan. The man could be a replica of his son if not for his black hair and hazel eyes.

And the hardness in his gaze. Aeduan may be cold, but he had never, not even when they had first met, looked so... evil.

“We have much to discuss. I thought it best that we talk alone before I allow anyone else to question you,” the man continued.

Iseult said nothing, not that she could think of much to say in any case due to the pain in her head.  
  


The man sighed, clearly disappointed in Iseult’s lack of response, and moved his chair closer to Iseult. “I see you are stubborn. That will do you no favors here. You are only alive because I need you to reach my goals and because as I have clearly lost my son’s loyalty, holding you captive is the only way I can control him at present. I suggest you forget your stubbornness and answer my questions. Escape would be poorly advised. It will only end in your death. Am I understood?”

Iseult nodded. She understood what Aeduan’s father wanted quite plainly. As Habim always said, if a man is better armed or better trained, do what he says until opportunities present themselves. Iseult felt a pang in her heart at the memory of her mentor. What would Mathew and Habim say of her current situation if they were here?

Iseult’s thoughts were interrupted once more as Aeduan’s father spoke again.

“Now let’s have an introduction. My name is Ragnor det Amalej. I am the Raider King. Aeduan is my son as you know. Who are you? You seem quite familiar, but I do not recall knowing you.”

_The Raider King? I knew the Raider King had an army, but I didn’t think he would lead it himself. Poor Aeduan. That must be such a burden to know your father is something so terrible._

“I-I am Iseult det Midenzi,” she said quietly as she shifted to try relieve the chafing of the ropes on her wrists. “I am the shadow ha-half of the Cahr Awen. As you said earlier, I’m a Weaverwitch too. No-no one of any importance.”

Ragnor snorted in disbelief. “No one of any importance? Quite the contrary, girl. A Midenzi you say?” Ragnor asked sharply.

“Yes.”

“Who are your parents?”

_Why does he care about that?_

“Gretchya det Midenzi is my mother,” said Iseult through gritted teeth as her head throbbed again. “I don’t know who my father is. My mother never told me, and I never asked. Why do you care?”

Silence settled in the tent as Ragnor sat back in his chair and stroked his chin. He seemed deep in thought.

Iseult took advantage of the quiet to close her eyes. This conversation was taking up energy that she simply didn’t have. She needed to rest and let this headache pass. Iseult wanted to be alone, so she could think over what Aeduan had said as he tried to convince his father to let her go.

“I care because I want to know who changed my son. This has given me much to think about,” Ragnor said. He stood and walked over to the tent’s entrance. “I have other matters to attend to at present. You will be left here and allowed time to rest. Someone will wake you in a few hours and bring you food. Remember, any attempt at escape would be foolish. Aeduan would be quite hurt at your death I think, if that gives you any incentive to forget escape.”

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” Iseult asked. She doubted he would, but it was worth it to ask.

Ragnor raised his eyebrows at her as he lifted the tent flap. “Of course not. I am not a stupid man, and I highly doubt you wouldn’t take advantage of that to do something. We will speak later.”

At that, Ragnor left the tent.

Iseult stared at the tent entrance before curling into the most comfortable position she could find, bound as she was. She wanted to think on what Aeduan, and Ragnor, had told her. But she was tired, and her head ached.

_I’ll sleep for now. Once I’m rested and my headache is gone, I’ll be able to think more clearly. I just hope Aeduan doesn’t do anything that could hurt him. He shouldn’t risk himself for my sake._

With those thoughts, Iseult slipped into a fitful sleep.

*

Ragnor had planned to talk to the girl for longer, but it was obvious that she was in no condition for an interrogation. She was tired and was clearly in some pain from the side of her head. He would not get any quality information from her at this point.

Of course, there were other things that needed Ragnor’s immediate attention. Corlant, the monks.

His son.

Ragnor had no idea what to do with Aeduan. His son was exhausted and had overworked his witchery. More importantly, Aeduan had abandoned the cause, abandoned his loyalties, abandoned his father. Ragnor had not been lying to the girl when he told her that his son was no longer loyal to him. If Ragnor was being honest, he didn’t recognize his son when they talked before the attack.

_But why? Aeduan isn’t the type to act so emotionally or rashly. What happened to my son?_

Ragnor shook his head to clear his thoughts as he walked towards the camp’s center where the monks had gathered. As Ragnor entered the center of the camp, he caught sight of Aeduan angrily pacing on the borders of the common area. The leader of the monks, Natan fon Lied, was leaning on a pole when he caught sight of Ragnor.

The monk leapt to attention and walked over to greet Ragnor.

“Radier King,” drawled fon Lied. “I believe we have much to discuss.”

Ragnor nodded. “Indeed we do. Let us talk over a meal. Then we can-“

“What did you do to Iseult?”

Aeduan was now standing in front of Ragnor looking absolutely furious. Ragnor stared at his son in shock. He had never seen him show so much emotion or speak with so much venom in his voice.

“Aeduan, the girl is fine,” Ragnor answered. “I did not harm her.”

A flicker of relief crossed his son’s face before anger clouded Aeduan’s features once more.

“Where is she? I want to see her.”

Ragnor began walking towards the cooking tents, gesturing for fon Lied and his son to follow him.

“She is in my tent and shall remain there. The girl is well guarded. You are not to see her unless I take you,” he answered.

“But I have to see her. I need to make sure Iseult is alright-“

“No,” Ragnor said firmly. “We will talk about this later, in private. Now sit.”

Aeduan slumped onto the bench Ragnor pointed at. He looked almost heartbroken.

_He feels more for this girl than I realized. Oh, this is interesting indeed._

“Sit here, Abbott,” Ragnor said to fon Lied who seemed to be greatly enjoying Aeduan’s obvious distress.

That unsettled Ragnor, but he knew he could not afford to upset fon Lied. Not yet anyway. Ragnor waited for the cooks to bring the three of them food before speaking again.

“Abbott, our most pressing problem at the moment is the Cahr Awen. I am aware that you had her in your possession for some time. If you would, tell me everything about this.”

Fon Lied gave an unpleasant smile to Ragnor as he smirked in Aeduan’s direction.

“Gladly Raider King.”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> If I don't make you hate Ragnor and Natan more than you already do, then I haven't done my job right. I hope y'all like the update!


	3. Chapter 3

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> Natan gets punched (part the first), and I let Iseult and Aeduan have a fluffy moment. As a treat.

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Content warnings: Natan fon Lied

“The girl was found in the wreckage of the sky ferry along with the Cartorran prince.”

Natan’s words snapped Aeduan out of his head. He hadn’t been paying much attention to what was going on around him. His concern for Iseult was filling his mind, but he had to listen now. It would explain what happened to Iseult after he so foolishly left her behind. And hopefully why she had been so afraid of Natan when the Abbott arrived to recapture her.

“I was going to kill the ‘Matsi, but the prince persuaded me not to,” Natan continued. “His highness promised me an army and paid me much to spare the girl’s life. We took her back to the monastery where Evrane kept her drugged.”

_What? Why would Evrane do such a thing? She believed Iseult was the Cahr Awen. That is not something she would do. But then, Iseult had refused to go with Evrane at the Well. Perhaps this is why._

Ragnor nodded with slightly furrowed brows. “I see. Continue.”

“I had her kept in a room, heavily guarded of course. I visited her several times when she was conscious to interrogate her” said Natan who turned to give Aeduan a smug look. “Your ‘Matsi is stubborn. She refused to tell me anything regardless of how I hurt her.”

Aeduan didn’t even realize that he had moved until Natan was laying on the ground howling with pain and holding his nose.

“Aeduan!” His father shouted.

He paid no attention to his father nor to his aching hand. All that Aeduan could see was Natan clutching his bleeding, probably broken, nose. All Aeduan could feel was pure fury at Natan’s words.

_No one_ could hurt his Iseult and get away with it. He would not let them. Not anymore.

_I meant it when I vowed to end him if he touched her._

“Aeduan what are you _doing_?!” Ragnor roared.

“Giving this stain on humanity the beating he deserves,” Aeduan answered coldly. He tried to dive at Natan who was now standing and stumbling away but was stopped by arms wrapping around his torso and holding him tightly.

His father.

“Son,” grunted Ragnor as he struggled to restrain Aeduan. “What has gotten into you? You are not one to act out of emotion let alone attack someone who is here under peaceful terms!”

Aeduan finally wrestled free from his father’s hold and gave him a glare with all the force of his rage behind it. He pointed furiously at Nathan and shouted, “He hurt Iseult! He was supposed to protect her, and this utter disgrace to the title monk hurt her instead!”  
  


“That’s right,” snarled Natan, though his voice sounded muffled and strained.

Definetly a broken nose.   
  


_Good. He deserves it._

“I hit your Weaverwitch as much as I could when the prince wasn't there. Stubborn bitch believed herself to be worth something. She isn't of course, not that she learned that lesson. I went to kill her when the attack started, you know. But your Weaverwitch had already escaped me. Shame. I would have liked to see her blood on my blade and the look on your face when I dumped her worthless corpse at your feet- oof!”

Aeduan ran straight at Natan and tackled him to the ground.

“Don't talk about Iseult like that,” Aeduan shouted as he punched every inch of Natan that he could reach.

“Enough!” Ragnor bellowed.   
  


Aeduan heard footsteps run towards him and pull him off of Natan. His father tossed him away from Natan and gestured for several soldiers to restrain Aeduan. The soldiers’ grips held strong despite Aeduan's attempts to break away. He stopped after a few moments as he realized that he wouldn't be able to escape the soldiers’ holds.

Aeduan simply watched as his father ordered a raider to take the monks to the healer tents nearby, with instructions for the healers to do their best to fix Natan’s injuries.

After the monks and their leader had been led away by the raider, Ragnor finally turned back to face Aeduan.

“Bring him to my tent. We will have this conversation with the person my son is so quick to jeopardize everything for. One of you fetch a healer that isn't busy cleaning up my son’s mess to come inspect the girl. Bring some food as well,” Ragnor said in dangerously calm voice. “Take him now. I have a call to make with my Voicewitch. I will be there shortly.”

The soldiers restraining Aeduan pulled him away from his father and all but dragged him towards Ragnor’s tent.

_I’m coming Iseult._   
  


*

Iseult awoke from a poor sleep to hear distant shouting from the other side of the camp. Her headache was gone, although her wrists and ankles burned from the ropes.

A pained scream echoed across the camp and sent her blood running cold.

_Aeduan. Please don’t be responsible. I don’t want you to be punished._

Iseult strained to hear more but could hear nothing. As she was debating the logic of asking the guards outside the tent what was going on, voices reached her ears.

“Stop there. State your purpose.” One of the guards she assumed.

“The Raider King ordered us to bring him here. He also ordered a healer to come inspect her and bring food.”

Food and a healer? At least that meant Ragnor didn’t want her to die.

Yet.

_But who is the ‘him’ these raiders were ordered to bring?_

“Alright go in. Where is the king?”

“Said he had to make a call with his Voicewitch.”

A grunt then the flap of the tent was opened. Several soldiers entered and held between them was-

“Aeduan!”

Iseult couldn’t help the relief that flooded her voice. She was too tired to control her emotions at this point, and she missed her Bloodwitch too much to care.

Aeduan’s head shot up as the soldiers holding him shoved him towards her and quickly left the tent. He dropped to the ground in front of her and threw his arms around her.

“Iseult, are you okay?” Aeduan pulled back slightly to check her for injuries. He growled as he caught sight of her bonds and began to cut them off with a small dagger. “I am so, so sorry. I failed you.”

Iseult rubbed her now free wrists as Aeduan started cutting the ropes around her ankles. “You didn’t fail me. Please d-don’t think that. You saved me. More importantly, you came back to me and Owl.”

“Owl. Where is she?” Aeduan asked as he all but crushed her to his chest.

“With Leopold and Blueberry. They got away.”

Iseult felt a sigh of relief ruffle her hair from where Aeduan’s chin rested on her head.

They sat like that for a few minutes before Iseult asked, “Aeduan, what was the shouting about?”

Her Bloodwitch shifted slightly before answering, “I punched Natan and broke his nose.”

“You-you what?!”

Aeduan pulled back to the look at Iseult. “Natan said he hurt you. He insulted you as well. I couldn’t let him do that.”

_Ah. So he knows about that too._

Iseult sighed before nodding. “He did. Not much though. He just interrogated me then slapped me when I didn’t answer or when I told him I’d give him up to the raiders if they broke through the monastery.”

Aeduan let out a bark of laughter at her words. “You told him that? I wish I could have seen his face.”

He laughed again. Iseult found herself mesmerized by the sound. She couldn’t remember hearing it before.

She quite liked it.

“I am sorry that he treated you like that, Iseult,” Aeduan said seriously. “He was supposed to protect you. Are you still hurt?”

“No. I am fine.”

Aeduan raised a hand and hovered it over her jaw as if he wanted to cup her face. Iseult saw the hesitation in his gaze, so she reached up with her own hand and pressed Aeduan’s hand to her face.

He took a shaky breath as he brushed his thumb across her cheek. Iseult closed her eyes and leaned into Aeduan’s hand. It was warm and soft. And though Iseult could feel the butterflies in her stomach at the situation, she couldn’t bear to move.

“Iseult,” Aeduan whispered. “I am in-“

“What?! I never said he was allowed in there!”

Iseult would have screamed in frustration if she hadn’t been nearly blinded by burning red threads of rage.

Hands grabbed Iseult’s arms and threw her off of Aeduan.

“Son,” Ragnor hissed. “We are going to have a conversation.”

**Notes for the Chapter:**

> Shame Aeduan got interrupted there. Quit doing that Ragnor. Hope y'all like the update!

**Author's Note:**

> Thank you for reading :D


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